Feud

Chapter 28: Fantasy Fulfilled

Erestor needed air but resisted breaking the seal between their lips as the feral elf deftly and sensationally plumbed the bathyal reaches of his throat and drew forth a tumultuous surge of elevated passion from the abyss of his soul.

With the Noldo's ability to retort cut off, Legolas reached impatiently for the leggings, tugging them down as the seneschal's lightly amused laugh vibrated across his palate. Pen-rhovan withdrew his amorous lips and met the smiling gaze, gracing Berenaur with one of his own dazzling ones, feeling his heart leap to hear the soft intake of breath that accompanied his finger's grasp on the other's willing organ.

The seneschal eased over to lie beside Legolas, propping his head up on his elbow as he watched the slow stroking of his cock. He groaned raggedly as the fallen prince captured the effluence welling from the slit and used it to lubricate his hold while the force and pace of the pumping increased. Abruptly Erestor seized the arm and halted the movement, for he did not want to spend his essence so quickly when there was such sensual luxuriance to explore. Legolas raised questioning eyes to his and received a reassuring smile as the Noldo rolled atop him, burying his hand into the mass of heavy locks.

"Not yet," he whispered shakily. "Let the flame burn but a bit lower and our desires will warm us longer," his voice was gravelly with pent passion and of their own accord his fingers reached for and lingered upon the upli pea peaks of crimson adorning Pen-rhovan's pectoral muscles. Yet amid his amorous thralldom he still laughed softly at Legolas' disgruntled utterance when the touch released him. "Just like Penbara! Always so impatient to achieve fulfillment! And Penraeg is not much more disciplined. I have had hard work to retrain them in the ways of love!"

Legolas heard the depth of enamoration in these words and could see the longing and sorrow in the seneschal's eyes over his separation from these elves. He was eager to remove that sadness and wondered if he could provide satisfaction to someone accustomed to sex with two lovers at once. It was an incredibly exciting mental image, two elves working over the Noldo's body in a concerted effort to bring him to orgasm, and Legolas shivered.

"Who are you bound to, and what is it like with more than one elf?" he asked, for he really was intrigued, having never known anyone involved thus before.

Erestor smiled to hear the barely audible interrogative and shifted slightly, pulling Legolas close so they were more or less facing one another. "I do have a somewhat unusual arrangement, though it is not unheard of or unique by any means. Do none in Mirkwood share their soul with more than one elf?" he asked. Legolas shrugged in the loose embrace and rubbed his fingers across Erestor's arm as the seneschal slowly stroked his hands over the archer's torso.

"If so, I am not aware of it. And you must stop calling my home that; it is not appreciated by Tawar," he scolded mildly and smiled as he felt the Noldo tense up a bit for a second in frustration. "Tell me about this 'arrangement' of yours." He quivered as a casually massaging hand briefly contacted his nipples and then departed to smooth down his side and across his buttocks.

"I love and need them both, yet they were already bonded to each other when I met them. Fortunately, they feel the same way for me and have added me into their union. I miss them," Erestor sighed as he said it and pulled closer to the compliant elf in his arms, rocking his erection against Legolas' eager penis. The friction caused them both to cry out and they encouraged the heated connection, moving against one another, finding each other's mouths to indulge in an extended embrace of muffled moans and snatched breaths.

Once more Erestor broke the passionate entanglement and eased away just slightly to bank the coals of their simmering desire, aware of Legolas trying to force the sensation again. He held him back firmly, refusing to allow their erections to touch and Legolas hissed in frustration.

"What I miss most," the Noldo elaborated, "is the dual sensation of penetrating Penbara while Penraeg fills me. We have perfected our technique over time, and all reach our release simultaneously. There is no other experience like it, Legolas," he continued his explanation and slowly reached down to sample again the silken smoothness of the foreskin shielding the sensitive head of the archer's cock.

"Berenaur!" Legolas called the false name and pushed his hardness further into the seneschal's fingers.

"Have you ever done that?" Erestor whispered against a brightly reddened ear upturned towards him, and licked it for added measure as he squeezed lightly around the ardent column of firm flesh within his palm.

Legolas was not paying much attention to the seneschal's question and wriggled against both the erection shoved against his hip and the tightening grip encircling his cock.

"Have you, Legolas? Have you ever spent yourself deep inside another, filling him with your essence? Have you ever come within your lover's body?"

These words claimed Legolas' full attention as he ceased all movement and stared into the Noldo's eyes. Slowly he shook his head, his breath catching as he waited in silent and unbelieving expectation for what would happen next. Erestor, releasing the hold on his cock, framed the wild elf's face with his hands and kissed him gently, tasting his apple-sweetened lips. Ending the oral embrace he leaned his forehead against Legolas' brow.

"That is what I thought," he said and smiled. He loved being the first experience an elf had and to be the one to take Legolas' innocence in this aspect of sex was incredibrotirotic. {Legolas has never fucked anyone,} he thought and his cock swelled all the more.

"I want you to penetrate me, Legolas! I need to feel you from inside, to know your release and retain your essence in my core!" he whispered into the trembling elf's ear and pulled him tight against his chest. He felt Legolas' urgently grind against him and responded with a forceful push of his own, claiming his mouth in another searing kiss as his hands roamed over the supple of of Pen-rhovan's body.

But Legolas was worried and his tension was transmitted to his partner, who stopped and looked searchingly into his eyes.

"What is it? Do you not want this?" he asked softly, pulling back a little to better see his reaction.

"I do. It is just," Legolas faltered and looked away in confusion. "I have no wish to cause you pain," he said awkwardly and was surprised by the laughter that greeted this disclosure.

"Oh Legolas!" Erestor said, testing the girth of the wild elf's slim member, for he had misunderstood. "I assure you, you can do nothing that will give me anything but the most exalted ecstasy!"

But Legolas did not relax, as Erestor had assumed he would upon such reassurance, and he returned his searching gaze to the elf's face. Quite suddenly the seneschal recalled how all this had started and realized that for Legolas, penetration and pain and pleasure were all linked, one and the same. And he wished to spare the Imladrian that excruciation. Erestor was disturbed to comprehend the depth of this reprehensibly revolting conditioning; Legolas believed the tearing agony he experienced was the normal sensation accompanying the bliss of sexual intercourse.

"Nay, Legolas! It does not have to hurt, trust me!" Again cupping the younger elf's face in his hands he stroked a thumb against a florid cheekbone. "I do not understand about the pain you have known, but I can promise you will cause me no such suffering, only a slight discomfort at first. There will be no injuries to heal afterwards, alright?" he insisted.

Legolas wanted to believe this.

"What should I do?" he whispered self-consciously, expecting to hear more laughter.

But the seneschal was well acquainted with such instruction and found nothing jocular in the admission of ignorance. And the archer was not really asking what to do; he wanted to know whatdo ddo differently, to avoid causing any harm.

It was rare for an elf Legolas' age with a penchant for same sex coupling not to have known this experience before. This observation led Erestor to the conclusion that the fallen prince had been with no more than one or two lovers in all his life, and they had been not only selfish but also brutal, in his opinion.

"Do not worry, I will guide you. There is no need to fear." So saying Erestor held Legolas close and began again his slow stimulation of the sensitive ear tip. "All that is needed is appropriate preparation," he whispered and slid his tongue down the inviting skin of Legolas' neck, and the wild one reached up and brushed back the heavy ebony locks of his companion to mimic the action.

They became lost again in the casual unhurried adorations of lips and tongues, their hands roving in delighted abandon over succulent planes of willing flesh that responded in pleasing sensations of fiery impulses. Their cocks, pressed tightly up against each other, stirred in the brief movements of their lightly rocking bodies.

Erestor crammed his hand between them to grasp the hot and tumid organ poking him and Legolas followed suit, and each rolled back enough to enjoy the more direct manipulation. They were silent in this mutual excitation, except for the jagged rasping of their disrupted breaths, and stared into each other's eyes in sex-glazed wonder.

The seneschal had the advantage of longer years and greater experience and his fingers and palm seemed to know the exact pressure to use, the perfect pace to assume, the specific moment when Legolas' gut yearned for a direct sweep over the most sensitive tip. The Noldo used the added friction the foreskin provided to drive the sensations coursing through the feral elf to unbearable proportions of provocation until all he was aware of was his fevered organ sliding forcefully through the talented digits in a relentless rhythm building to ruin.

But Erestor watched carefully, maintaining his focus despite the incessant intensity of the sensations flowing from the point of his erection up through every inch of his body.

Legolas' eyes abruptly fluttered shut and he arched his back, sending an agonized groan of supplication into the night as his head tilted up and his hand tightened around the seneschal's member. In an instant the Noldo pressed hard upon the filling ducts and squeezed tight to halt the impending consummation of the younger elf's ejaculation, and Legolas shuddered, calling out the assumed name in desperate entreaty.

Legolas was ready.

Erestor held him until his tension subsided and he could breathe again, and then eased his hand slowly off the darkened organ. Legolas was panting loudly and met his eyes with blatant desire and questioning concern, and Erestor smoothed a hand over the disarrayed golden hair and smiled.

"Behind you, there, in my pack. You will find what we need now," he said and Legolas hurriedly turned over and grabbed for the rucksack, burrowing around ineffectively as he offered the seneschal an impressive view of his rear. Erestor could not help caressing a palm over the inviting mounds of firm muscle, and the archer pushed back against the supplication. Yet the distraction was enough that he rather forgot what he was doing and the Noldo chuckled softly.

"Give me that, Pen-rhovan, I know where to look," he said and took the heavy bag from his pupil as Legolas returned to the closeness that allowed his aching penis the intoxicating rub of the other's cock. Now it was the seneschal who became lost in sensation and had to physically remove himself from the contact lest he lose his tenuous command upon his body's responses.

"Patience!" he cried in wavering syllables, almost as though instructing himself, as he delved into the pack for the necessary lubricant. At last he felt the cool, smooth contours of the container he was seeking and drew forth the tall, slender rectangular glass three-quarters full of clear liquid.

Legolas looked at him expectantly, cheeks flushed and eyes shining, and held out his hand to receive the vial, but Erestor only smiled.

"Allow me to prepare you," he whispered lustily and opened the bottle to pour out a liberal palm-full that spilled out a little to drip with slippery chill upon Legolas' naked flank. The oil had a pleasing scent almost like sandalwood. The Noldo reached for the wild one's cock, overturning his palm and slathering the rich slickness all over the sensitized extremity.

"Berenaur!" Legolas whispered and leaned back to watch, shaking in his effort to hold still and not thrust forward into release. "That feels so good!"

Erestor took his time, slowly coating every centimeter of the rigid organ and raising Legolas to fiery frenzy in the process. His fingers pushed against the hooded head and palpated the velvety skin eagerly. Penraeg was thus. That small protective flap made for an indescribably intense sensation when it scraped across his prostate. He found his own breathing becoming too rapid and removed his hand from its enjoyable ministrations and met Legolas' avid expression.

"Now, Legolas!" he urged in throaty tones and rolled over, drawing his knees under him while cradling his chin in his crossed arms. The seneschal slid his thighs wider and wiggled a beckoning invitation to the stunned archer, who remained as he was, frozen for a second in open-mouthed enthrallment.

The tightly drawn orifice was clearly visible, pink and creased between the parted cheeks and compact musculature of the seasoned eldar. Legolas roused himself and scooted on his knees behind the elf, smoothing his hands over the broad back and down around the taunt curves awaiting his mounting. He pushed aside the long fall of ebony tresses and carefully traced his fingers around a lengthy scar curving down from the elf's left shoulder, a trophy from the Fall of Gondolin or perhaps the Last Alliance. Legolas had never had this perspective before and found it overwhelmingly uxorious. He experimentally positioned his penis against the small ingress and gasped at the sensation pulsing through him at even this limited contact.

"Yes!" coaxed Erestor and bumped his awaiting anus against the stiff shaft, flexing the muscles in the ringed opening against the willing, virgin organ. Legolas' strangled cry was gratifying and he repeated the movement. "Just push, Pen-rhovan, and you will be inside. Do not worry, you are so slender and slippery I will feel not even the slightest discomfort," he encouraged impatiently.

Legolas' heart was pounding wildly. What if he did hurt Berenaur? What if he could not push inside without ripping the delicate skin he felt so close against him, invitingly expanding open over the slit in his distended cock?

It was unbearable, the desire to shove hard and fast. Instinct overwhelmed his concerns and he drove forcefully against the slight resistance with a low moan, watching fascinated as the blunt head slipped from sight.

The seneschal gave an answering grunt and returned the thrust, pushing more of the svelte shaft into his waiting cavity. "More, Legolas! Push harder; it is not deep enough!" he pld and and this incited the wild elf to a rough shove as his hands grabbed onto his partner, one at the hip and the other on the shoulder. Abruptly Legolas felt his penis being drawn inexorably deeper and the sensation of complete contact over every bit of his flesh buried now in the depths of the Noldo raised him to unfamiliar exultation as he was swamped with the compelling need to pump against the hot, squeezing body. It felt as if he was the one possessed, immersed in the dizzying sensation of the omnipresent heat surrounding, entrapping, and engulfing him.

Legolas pulled back and was almost rendered insensible with bliss to see this part of his body moving so, and forced his full weight into his next lunge, garnering an ecstatic shout of pleasure from the seneschal. This startled and exhilarated him into another try, certain he had struck the right nook within tlderlder elf's body, and he was rewarded with an eager cry and a backward rocking of the seneschal's arse that registered against his balls. A surge of sultry aphrodesia flooded him as he realized he was completed sheathed in the other's channel, and the disinherited prince stopped a moment, draping himself prone across Erestor's back as he peppered the shoulder blades below him with adoring kisses.

"Berenaur," he whispered the name he had been given to use almost reverently, and the sound of it combined with the gentle sensation of the moist lips went straight to the jaded advisor's heart and melted it completely.

In all his long years and his numerous conquests, he had never had such a response of impassioned gratitude. Erestor had never been taken so sweetly.

Legolas began moving again, bracing himself with his renewed hold on the experienced elda's shoulders as he pushed in and out within the cincture of delicious resistance. He increased his speed and groaned as the seneschal met his motion thrust for thrust and they established a steady pattern of withdrawal and reentry that propelled their impassioned desires into near madness.

Each penetration of the wild one's cock struck the Noldo's prostate, who worked to increase the contact of the furled foreskin that stroked this most sensitive center of his being mercilessly. Having found the right angle, Legolas never missed his target, accomplished archer that he was, and Erestor reveled in the inexperienced elf's raw technique. He could not contain either his shouts of ecstatic joy or his delirious bucking against the slim appendage claiming him.

"Oh!" Legolas cried as his motions quickened and his grip on the seneschal tightened. He could feel his cock swelling inside the wanton body he rode, increasing the friction with every slippery, pounding beat as their flesh connected. He could feel his semen coursing toward its outlet, carrying a burning tide of cataclysmic delight from every atom of his being to confluence at the inflamed tip, and he could scarcely contain his excitation.

"Berenaur!" each breath was now wistfully anguished under the strain of the impending release. "I am going to come!" the words sounded desperate in his disbelieving inability to comprehend that this was, in fact, happening.

Erestor felt the lithe body go completely tense and still for a split second before a final mighty heave and a glorious shout preceded the spurting infiltration of the wild elf's essence deeply within him.

Legolas gave two more exhausted and half-hearted pushes as his partner's contracting muscles milked the remaining fluid from his spent member, and he collapsed with a satisfied whimper against the strong back supporting him.

Erestor smiled to feel the limp body prostrate against him, the wild heart beating frantically fast and the sweat-dewed chest struggling to regain the necessary oxygen for normal activity. He felt the gentle caress of the lips again upon his back accompanied by a very soft cooing from the younger elf's throat and fairly glowed with the joy this simple combination of touch and voice stirred within him. The Noldo was torn between relishing the sensation of Legolas, still within him, plastering him with kisses and the desire to turn over and wrap this gentle soul up in his embrace. His protective instincts won and he eased himself from around the archer's relaxed penis, rolling to his back under the boneless elf.

Legolas at first grumbled disappointedly to have lost the intimate connection, but inhaled a gratified breath as strong arms closed around him and drew his head down to pillow against the advisor's chest. He shifted to lie more fully over the older elf and instantly became aware of the persistent hardness of Berenaur's turgid cock under his thigh. He pushed himself up to stare down in confused surprise.

"You have not…," he began, but the pressure of the seneschal's fingertips covering his lips cut off his words.

"As I said before, what is the hurry? Allow me to savor this, Legolas, for it is the most engaging experience I have known in many a long year," he whispered and leaned up while pulling his pen-rhovan down into a slow and generous osculation, contemplating what this mouth could accomplish upon his willing flesh. Erestor ended their teasing tongue tag and firmly pressed the golden head down against his breast. He knew Legolas needed a few minutes to recover himself after such a forceful orgasm, and he wanted his partner at full strength for his own completion. He felt the fallen archer nuzzle against his erect nipple and smiled, registering the light tripping of Legolas' fingers over his side. Erestor's muscles spasmed as his ticklish spot was discovered.

"It was amazing for me, also," the Wood Elf said quietly and turned his eyes in a quick shy glance to the seneschal's face. It was positively endearing and Erestor hugged him warmly. Who would have suspected such romance from one so harshly used?

But Legolas was not content to have his cohort full with need while he was sated and spent, and with disarming casualness played his fingers in fleeting caresses over the heated skin he rested atop.

The pert bud of a hard nipple pressed against his cheek while its twin loomed in his line of sight, ruddy brown and proudly raised. With a shimmying movement Legolas sidled his mouth close enough to dart out a teasing lick against the excited morsel and Berenaur caught his breath under the contact with the warm wet tongue. That was enough encouragement for the archer, and he settled his lips firmly around one tit, sucking hard as his fingers pulled tauntingly on the other. The Noldo's impassioned squirming under his mouth was electrifying and Legolas felt his cock stir anew.

"You taste of woods I have not walked," Legolas murmured as he switched to the opposite bit of fleshy nerves and resumed his contented suckling with a growling moan.

Erestor knew not what to make of such a statement, but the constant stimulation of his nipples by the lapping tongue and the tugging, callused fingers was pleasing in excess, and he sighed as he pushed his erection against Legolas' overdraped thigh.

Legolas responded to the unspoken request and slipped his hand from the small erect nub to the more massive brick red one housed between the seneschal's legs. He ringed the slippery lip with his grasp and squeezed as he pulled, biting down playfully on the teat he refused to relinquish.

The response was immediate as Erestor lifted up his pelvis and shoved his full length through the tight grip, grousing in his desperate want. When his hips came to rest on the soft ground again he was trembling in anticipation of what the wild one had planned next. There was obviously nothing lacking in the fallen archer's expertise in this area of lovemaking. Erestor felt cool air drifting across his wetted chest and called out softly as the lovely mouth he so desired to taste of him left his breast.

Exploring slowly over the contours of the unfamiliar body, Legolas tested the tempting firmness of conditioned thews and sinews under the slightly salty skin. He let his lips trail delicately across the toned, tight abdomen and licked the sensitive tenderness under the ribs where Berenaur was ticklish, delighting in the expelled guffaw that followed. Smiling, he glanced back to be sure the touches were pleasing and was encouraged by the heightened venery of the dark eyes boring into his.

Legolas allowed his fingers to sensuously slip under the heavy sack perched securely below the straining penis he still held tightly motionless. He tentatively grazed a fingertip against the small stretch of ultra sensitive flesh between the balls and the anus, and encountered the oozing warmth of his own semen there. He watched Berenaur's involuntary chorea as he struggled to keep still and submit to whatever he had planned. The Tawarwaith smiled wider and allowed one strong pump to stroke down the indurate shaft, relishing the wheedlingly excited cry this elicited. Suddenly he relinquished his hold and straddled Berenaur, easing his own newly formed fullness against the Noldo's erection, leaning up to worry his lips into the black bounty of flowing hair in search of a scarlet tipped ear, and eagerly licked it just as he preferred himself.

"I know what you want," he whispered seductively and pulled back with a grinding gyration of his hips, forcing their erections together.

They gasped in unison and Erestor reached up to caress his hands over the bare skin, palming the softness overlying the wiry strength of the wild elf. It was unbearably suspenseful, letting him take command and watching mesmerized as the vermilion mouth went everywhere except to his yearning erection. Esculent lips claimed his as the inexorable rubbing of their penises continued under Legolas' rocking pelvis. Erestor growled down the inviting throat and forced his tongue as deep as he could send it, hoping his unsounded plea would be recognized.

Legolas smiled into the invasion, accepting the tongue and sucking it powerfully, knowing what this would signal to his companion. The seneschal's hands tightened upon him and his head lifted up as if to force more of the muscle into the warm wet orifice. At last the archer broke free and sidled back down the Noldo's body, locking his gaze upon the smoldering lust-filled expression regarding his every movement. When he was positioned just above the Imladrian penis Legolas froze an instant and then without using his hands at all swooped down to gather up the cock as the eager organ bobbed up on lifted hips to meet his open lips.

"Ai! Yes, Legolas!" Erestor shouted gratefully as the tongue bathed his rigid need and the mouth lowered closer and closer down to the very base of his shaft. The seneschal gasped as the wild elf began to suck voraciously, lifting and dropping his head over the burning cock and darting his agile tongue over and around the sensitive rim, pushing across the leaking slit to gather up the steady extrusion there.

The Noldo's hands transferred to the blonde mane and burrowed deep into the tangled mass, gently holding the animated skull, careful not to apply any pressure, though his desire to do so was incredibly hard to restrain. He watched as the tip of the red tongue darted out on the uplift and swirled around his girth, disappearing back behind the stretched ruby lips on the downthrust, and Erestor begged for more. In answer, Legolas swallowed against the intrusion and took him even deeper as the seneschal shouted incoherent encouragement.

Then Legolas broke the contact and shifted around to the Noldo's side, smiling at the seneschal's plaintive wail when his solid organ fell back against his belly. But he need not have worried for Pen-rhovan had simply decided to add another level of delight to the experience, and lifted two fingers up to the parted lips of the nearly delirious advisor. Confused but nonetheless willing, the seneschal complied and sucked in the digits eagerly as Legolas beamed his approval. When he was satisfied he pulled them free and grinning slyly resumed his devouring consumption of the Noldo's desire.

Erestor let this head fall back and closed his eyes as he groaned under the continuous stimulation in the talented throat of the wild elf. With a jarring pulse he felt himself breached and the archer's fingers were inside him, feeling for the sensitive prostate. It was incredible and he howled as the tender gland was lightly stroked in accord with the gulping attentions of the tongue laving his throbbing organ. Erestor knew he was near his climax and gazed in amazed admiration at his gifted attnt, nt, reaching suddenly for the erection he could see nodding between the archer's thighs.

Legolas' eyes widened and he grunted around his mouthful, almost gagging as his rhythm and pace were interrupted by the unexpected stimulus. But he welcomed it and slid his knee to the side so Berenaur could reach him better. Their motions synchronized, Legolas' head moving in time to the seneschal's massaging hand, and then the Noldo squeezed hard and shouted loudly as his orgasm began, excreting a powerful stream of salty fluids down Legolas' sucking maw.

Erestor could not suppress the quick upthrust of his body as he came, pouring his seed in a steady torrent down Pen-rhovan's throat, and belatedly resumed stroking the wild elf's shaft as he felt the compulsive swallowing of Legolas drinking down his essence.

The younger elf let the softening organ slip from his lips as he erupted in a soft cry and a quick burst of thick creaminess over the seneschal's hand and side. Arm trembling from holding himself up during these exertions, overcome suddenly with weariness from the dual ejaculations, Legolas eased himself down, laying his head on Erestor's stomach and sighing. The scent of his own seed was strong but he did not care about that or the slight stickiness smearing against his shoulder where it leaned into the Noldo's side. He slipped his fingers from inside the panting elf below him and draped his arm over the seneschal's legs. He felt the gentle caress of a hand smoothing down his hair, and smiled happily when it came to rest upon his head. This was exactly what he had needed, for how long he could not even begin to guess.

They lay this way for some minutes as their hearts slowed and suspiration eased, and the soothing sound of the summer shower came back into their conscious knowledge. Neither wanted to disturb the absolutely satisfying closeness as they remained quietly contemplating how unlikely all the night's events had seemed just hours ago, and how right the union had proved to be.

Erestor stirred, tugging at Legolas' arm to draw him up closer.

"Come here, Pen-rhovan, where I can feel your heart beside mine," he said softly and Legolas scrambled into the waiting crook of his arms and returned his weary head to rest again upon the broad chest, enchanted by such a request.

No one had ever said such a thing to him before and he smiled against the warmth of the elf cradling him gently as he drifted toward welcome sleep.

Erestor felt him relaxing into slumber and made no move to keep him wakeful despite his own lack of sleepiness. He just wanted Legolas to relish every bit of their experience together, even the slow slipping into dreamless, carefree repose. He believed it was indeed the first time Legolas had ever known pleasure without the burden of agony, and feared that, once he returned to Imladris, the archer would never feel this way again.

Tbc